What aroused my suspicion was the size of the coffin in the courtyard of Wu Laoer's house.

In the past, when the old carpenters taught their apprentices the craft, they would often let the apprentices learn the "Luban Sutra" first.

There is a passage in this book that says, "The stool is not separated from three, the door is not separated from five, the bed is not separated from seven, and the coffin is not separated from eight", which is actually talking about the size of these things when they are built.

"The coffin is not separated from eight", which means that when the coffin is beaten, no matter who the coffin is given, whether it is tall or short, fat or thin, the size is only eight feet, no more and no less.

Because "eight" is homophonic with "hair", and "coffin" is homophonic with "official", it has the meaning of promotion and wealth.

And the dozen or so coffins in this courtyard are obviously less than eight feet. At first glance, it looks like it's less than five feet.

Just as I was wondering, I saw a golden light suddenly rise from the closed house, as if it was about to lift the roof and go straight to the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was a terrible scream from the little ghost, which was more terrible than hearing the wolf howl in the middle of the night.

I don't know what kind of spell this girl has cast inside, the sky-high golden light slowly surrounded the room, not only the cry of the little ghost in the room, but also Mu Ziniang let out a painful wail, like a pregnant woman in labor.

"It's not good, my mother ......" Mu Zi wanted to rush into the house like crazy, but unexpectedly just raised his leg and wanted to kick the door open, but was rebounded by a solid back.

Mu Zi also looked like a dog eating shit, looking at the room where his mother lived with tears on his face.

The ghost screams in the room and Mu Ziniang's wails rang out for half an hour, and the golden light gradually weakened until it was completely gone.

With a "squeak", the door opened, and the mad girl came out of the room with her hair disheveled, still holding the gossip bag in her hand.

This image, tsk ......, if it is seen by people who don't know, I think that this big girl has been ruined by whom.

"Let's go in and see your mother for the last time." The crazy girl said weakly and weakly.

Mu Zi quickly got up from the ground and rushed into the house like crazy.

Within ten minutes, the big man's heartbroken cry sounded in the room again, and my eyes wanted to sweat when I shouted "mother".

I really didn't want this crazy girl to see my vulnerability, so my feet involuntarily circled around the dozen coffins.

"Why, you can see the cats in these coffins? Or say that you are stupid except for blindness. Tsk, I really don't know how grandpa can have such a stupid grandson as you. The mad girl looked at me with disdain, still spitting venom in her mouth.

I was so angry that I wanted to kill her with my eyes.

The mad girl ignored my murderous eyes and continued to talk to herself.

"Next to the thirty-six lines, there is an industry called the coffin shop, which has always been mysterious. Among them, the coffin maker is commonly known as the coffin beater, and the coffin shop and the customs left by the coffin beater's disposal industry are secretive. Why is this Wu Lao Er in your town still an old bachelor in his forties, in fact, it is directly related to his profession. ”

"The coffin coffin means promotion and wealth. Every time the coffin maker beats the coffin for someone, he will definitely invite three incense sticks, three bows and nine bows, and this is the beginning of the main event. The coffin maker's first axe to cut down the coffin will definitely use all his strength, and the farther the sawdust flies, the less the relationship between the coffin maker and the owner of the coffin. ”

"Coffin nails, also known as town coffin nails, can be secluded in the town. Once the coffin is nailed into the coffin, it is separated by yin and yang, and each goes its own way. Before the coffin is buried, the first two main coffins must be nailed by the coffin beater. ”

However, the coffin maker has three no-beatings: first, he does not hit his loved ones; 2. Whoever does not die on the day of the wedding, whether it is the bride or the bridegroom; Third, the first one is also the most serious one, and until now it still makes the coffin masters talk about the change of color, which is the old rule of 'coffins are not separated from eight', and do not hit coffins of different sizes than those of the same size. And you can see that the coffin in this courtyard is obviously less than eight feet. ”

At this time, I actually developed from infinite hostility to some admiration for this girl.

How did she know so much? Let's just talk about the "Luban Sutra", I usually sit idle in the store, and Bala came to take a look.

But who knew that there was so much attention to in this coffin?

Just when I wanted to step forward to show my goodwill to this girl, the door squeaked open again, and Mu Zi, whose eyes were red, walked out of it with her mother's weak body in her arms.

"Let's go, I'm going to bury my mother." Mu Zi didn't look at us, and went straight to the coffin in the center of the courtyard.

"With these coffins for burial, do you want your mother's soul to not rest in peace?" The crazy girl was in front of Mu Zi, her eyes were not afraid of Mu Zi's anger.

"This is what my father left behind, and it is made of the finest gloomy wood."

"Hmph, your father is really calculating. The coffin wood is the first choice of gloomy wood, not afraid of water, not afraid of shade, not afraid of soil invasion, and the material is small and the price is high. The coffin left for your mother is a single-wood coffin, a rare material for a hundred years. Let's ask, he's a coffin maker, where did he get the money to buy such valuable wood? ”

"My father is so ...... to my mother," Mu Zinuo said, not daring to face the crazy girl's gaze.

"Then do you know that if your mother lies in this coffin, her soul will never be reincarnated?"

Mu Zi raised his head and looked at the crazy girl with a drastic expression, "No, no, my father said that this coffin was specially made for my mother." They will be buried together, and they will be reincarnated together. ”

"Your father, a coffin maker, how can he understand so much? In fact, he is a coffin master, right? The ghost was obsessed with it, and he wanted to manipulate the ghost, but he was devoured by the ghost, and he suddenly died. ”

Wu Lao Er is a coffin master? I was treated as air by the two of them, and I finally felt a little conscious.

The old man, who is usually not good at words, gives people the impression that he is just a carpenter who can only make coffins, and saying that he can manipulate ghosts is really subverting my life values.

"Coffin makers are not hard to find, most of them are people who are engaged in the carpenter's trade. However, this coffin master is one in a million, they will not only build the coffin, but also use the size and size of the coffin, combined with the deceased's birthday, to pose a coffin array. ”

"The real coffin master even has the ability to pass through the yin, and can recruit little ghosts to work for him at any time. Therefore, the coffin master does not need to raise ghosts. If you fall in love with a lonely ghost, the coffin master will use a talisman paper with the eight characters of the person's birth date written on it, put it in a special coffin, and then cast a spell to control the ghost. ”

When the crazy girl said these words, her eyes stared at Mu Zi without blinking.

"But...... My dad ...... It's gone. As soon as Mu Zi's words came out, I immediately grasped the key point.

Mu Zi knew the true identity of Wu Lao Er, and also knew the true purpose of the coffin prepared for his mother.

"Just because your father is gone, your mother's soul really doesn't know who will use it. What exactly does your dad want to do with the imps? Why was he eaten by the little ghosts? Do you know that it is because your father planted a ghost seed in your mother's belly that her lifespan in the yang world will be reduced by more than ten years? The crazy girl approached step by step, and Mu Zi had to hold his mother's corpse, step by step, step by step, getting farther and farther away from the coffin.

Seeing Mu Zi being pressed by that girl step by step, just as I was about to step forward to persuade me,...... The next second, I coaxed.

Why?

The thirteen coffins in the courtyard are fucking ...... Moved.

It was violently shaking back and forth, and even gave people a weird feeling, these dozen coffins were all "looking" at the corpse held in Mu Zi's arms.

"Damn it, feed the coffin. Your father obviously hated and poisoned your mother, and wanted to manipulate your mother's soul for the rest of his life. The crazy girl took the gossip bag off her body again, took out some bottles and jars from it, and opened the altar on the spot.

The movement of the thirteen coffins was really not small, and the earth seemed to be shaking, shaking my little body to the crazy girl.

"What do you mean by feeding the coffin?" I struggled to stand up, facing a somewhat flustered minx with a bad intuition.

"Wu Lao Er made Mu Ziniang a primer for feeding the coffin, called the blood coffin. If you don't put Mu Ziniang's body into the gloomy wooden coffin in the middle, this coffin array will be a demon. ”

"Oh, then put the in there?" As soon as I said a word, not only did the crazy girl glance at me, but even Mu Zi's eyes were about to breathe fire when he looked at me.

"Once the introduction is fed to the coffin, the coffin array will be activated, and within ten miles of your Wujiatun, there will be no grass."

When I go, wasn't I pregnant with a ghost fetus? How did you get it back and forth, and you still made such a powerful coffin array?

"Then if you don't put it in the coffin, what moths can this coffin array make?" I think I'm still relatively sober at this time, and this question should be the key.

"Haunted." The mad girl looked at me like a fool.

Just as we were discussing countermeasures, there was a sudden commotion in the gossip bag.

"It's not good, this ghost baby has to join in the fun." The crazy girl was a little stretched, and I guess she didn't expect such a tricky thing to happen.

Or, in fact, she's just a half-level.

I snapped my head and suddenly came up with a "great idea". "Huh? You're in the bag with the ghost baby you just got out of the way, right? If the blood coffin eats this ghost fetus, can it fight poison with poison and destroy this coffin array? ”

I don't know if the crazy girl agreed with my statement, or if she didn't pay attention and her little hands trembled, anyway, the gossip bag containing the ghost fetus was thrown next to the bloody coffin in the middle.

Yes, it seems that the girl also agreed to feed the blood coffin with a ghost fetus.

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from the gate, "I can't help it, I can't help it, feed the blood coffin with the ghost fetus, and there will be a catastrophe." ”

Dizzy, this stinky old man, how can he only appear at a critical moment. Highlight his importance?